Happy Crows Saw its Food.

Hi Friends how are you All ☺️

In the midst of my green garden everyday I performed an ordinary sacrifice for the birds. Golden seeds and crumbs lay scattered as invites to the birds world.

Every day in the morning I witnessed an energetic ballet of colours and sounds. The sparrows, finches, and robins came down flying, pecking on the air with their minuscule beaks in time. The leaves rustled accompanied by their cheerful chirps which created an orchestrated song reverberating through the garden.

Over time, a very strong bond was established between me and her. However, my cautious birds now looked at me trustfully. The delicate pattern in their feathers, as well as the grace of their flight had me spellbound. Instead our link was deeper because I communed with nature’s symphony every day and not just by providing food.

The ritual continued with seasons changing. The garden would even come to life in the stillness of winter with the flapping soul. The snow flocks decorated their little wings in perfect fairy tale pictures, speaking about endurance and survival.

Therefore, on this day I was under a foliage canopy and recalled the pleasure originating in this deed. The garden had become an oasis of togetherness and thanksgiving as if the wings in the air whispered in it.

It was in the weave of everyday life that even in simple acts of giving sustenance, it created bonds of relation, gratitude, etc. The birds became more than mere visitors but companions as we performed together on the stages called a garden.

I am giving food to them and they come from so far and happily started eating.

Thank you